The Trouble with the Curve - FanFiction
Title: The Curve
Author: joshtin4lyfe
Fandoms: Thor, Avengers, Tom Hiddleston RPF, Pretty Little Liars
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Het, FemSlash, RPF
Pairings: Loki/Hanna, Emily/Paige, Spencer/Toby, Aria/Ezra, Emily/Spencer
Characters:
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. It's probably safer for them that way.
Word Count: ~4,900 words
Warning: Kinky Sex, Dom/Sub, Student/Teacher, May/December Relationship
Summary: With all of the stresses of her life threatening to bury her, Hanna Marin makes a deal with her Chemistry teacher, Mr. Laufeyson, so that she will not fail out of school. She plays a dangerous game, betting her wits against his to come out on top, but in the end, would she lose it all?
“His piercing blue eyes bore into her anxious azures until she was the first one to blink and look away. Why did he fluster her so much? If she could face the likes of Wilden, why was a mere teacher shaking her to the core?”
A/N: I've been wanting to do a 50 Shades style story with Hanna for a while now. Loki was the perfect muse! This story takes place after last season, and things are changed after that. We don't have Allison alive in this story.
PLEASE let me know what you think in the comments and any suggestions or things you would like to see with the characters. Read & Review gives us writers life. Thanks!
I want to thank Kit, Liz, and Jen for being the truly amazing betas that they are. I couldn't have done all of this without you! <3
Chapter 1
The alarm blared, announcing that is was 6 o’clock in the morning. Hanna groaned as she sat up in her bed. The sun was barely creeping in past her sheer white curtains to illuminate her pale blue room. It should have been a peaceful scene, the calm of dawn, but the rising of a new day gave her anything but solace.
She thwacked her alarm off, but that only alleviated a minuscule amount of her tension. She sighed despondently and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the heel of her palm. She could not believe that this was her life. Her boyfriend had left her to go chase a dream, her new step-sister was pretty much the devil incarnate, and her mother was facing prison. To top it all off, she was on the verge of failing her classes. The stress of everything going on had been too much for her to deal with, and school seemed entirely pointless in the grand scheme of things.
Yet, she knew that her mother would feel guilty when she got out of jail to find out that Hanna had not been doing well in school. When things got hard, Hanna always looked to her mother, for she was a pillar of unwavering strength. Even now, her mother downplayed her charges in an attempt to keep Hanna's spirits up. Hence, in her absence, Hanna wanted to prove that her mother did not have to worry about her and she would not crumble. She was not a fragile child that needed to be shielded. She could handle things like a responsible adult, even though she was only 17.
Ever since her parents’ divorce, she and her mother had a sort of silent understanding. They were two women who could take care of themselves with no need of protection or rescue from a man. They would always make it out on top, they would find a way. Hanna sought to find that way now. She hadn’t done so well on her mid-terms and she was setting out to bring her grades up by any means necessary before it was too late.
Hanna got up and out of bed and went over to the mirror. She smiled softly at her reflection, the once blinding light coming back to her blue eyes in a dull shimmer. Her blonde, wavy hair was growing out and this was one small thing she could feel optimistic about. Her face had never totally slimmed down from her dramatic weight loss, and her shorter hair had made that a little too obvious for her liking. Now that her hair was just past her shoulders she thought she looked more cute than baby fat.
After a quick shower, she did her makeup and picked out an outfit that she thought showed that she was a serious student. She also wanted to look a little bit sexy because attractiveness never hurt to get your way. She checked herself out in her hound’s-tooth kitten heels, thigh high white sheer stockings, pastel pink flared short skirt, white button up blouse with gold studded embellishments on the collar and a black and white lace blazer. She put on some pastel pink rose earrings to finish her look and headed out the door. She skipped breakfast as she had been doing lately. Controlling what she ate made her feel some semblance of power in the utter powerlessness of her out of control life.
Hanna arrived at school and was greeted by her three best friends. She really did not know where she would be without their support. Sure, they all had their flaws, but they were true friends, bringing her dinner and being a shoulder to cry on during this difficult time. They had picked her up and put her back together when she had fallen into a million pieces, and for that she would be forever grateful.
“Hey, Han!” Spencer called, smiling at her. She wore skinny red chords and a white blouse that was covered by a three quarter sleeved black blazer tied together with a thin yellow belt. Spencer's attire spoke to her demeanor, put together beyond her years, but lacking the rigid cynicism that age could sometimes bring. She flailed her hand excitedly, jostling her chocolate waves.
“How’s it goin’?” she asked, trying to sound light-hearted, but Hanna knew she was truly concerned and would analyze her answer, from her words, to her inflection and tone, even how loud her voice was. Spencer was FBI-agent thorough and Hanna knew she had to be on her A-game to avoid an interrogation, no matter how sweetly disguised.
“I’m good… today,” Hanna acknowledged, adding in some truth as not to raise suspicions. Her friends bought it and all gave her sympathetic smiles. She knew that it was out of love, but it border-lined on pity and that made her a little sick. She changed the subject, “So…Em… how was last night?” Hanna wiggled her eyebrows for added effect.
The heat of Emily’s embarrassment caused her to blush, despite her caramel complexion. Her date with her girlfriend Paige had gone exceptionally well. They had been fighting lately with the idea of college turning more and more into a reality. With her swimming injury, Emily did not know if she would be able to go to any good college, let alone Stanford. She was accepting little by little that she would have to go to community college. Paige had been unwilling to accept anything other than Emily coming to Stanford with her, and had even set her up with an appointment with a renowned swim coach. Paige hadn’t noticed how much all of this bothered Emily until Emily ignored her for two weeks. Paige finally got the message loud and clear, and had done her very best to make up for it with a private night of a home cooked meal and gentle touches by the candle-light. Emily might be an athlete and ready to kick ass at a moment’s notice to protect herself and those that she loved, but at the end of the day she was a sentimental girly girl. Paige knew this of course, and now their relationship was back on track, for the time being.
“It was… nice,” Emily answered with a shy smile, toying with the fringes of her grey shirt as she looked down. She wore a cut out shirt with a black tank top underneath, black leggings and black vans. Even though she had a slightly rock and roll style, she was always covered up, showing her understated modesty despite the fact that she was one of the most beautiful girls in Rosewood.
Hanna giggled. She was about to ask for details when Spencer interrupted, “charming. So are you guys ready for the big test today in Chem?” Spencer had already of course taken AP Chemistry and aced it, but Emily and Hanna were just taking regular Chemistry this year. Aria had done her best to avoid science all together and had used whatever weight her mother working at the school pulled to do so.
Hanna gave Spencer a funny look. Why did she have to be so serious all the time? She wanted the deets! She was about to voice her opinion when Emily answered, happy for the diversion, “as ready as I’ll ever be. Mr. Laufeyson is a real stickler. I think he puts trick questions on the tests just to trip us up.”
Hanna rolled her eyes, more about the shift in conversation, but she played it off like it was about their treacherous teacher. “Yeah, it’s like he gets his rocks off on making teenagers suffer. He must have been a real nerd in high school, and now he’s making us all pay.” All of the girls snorted at that and the bell rang, signaling the beginning of classes. The girls all waved goodbye and started their school day.
Hanna had to pat herself on the back. She’d had a pretty successful day. She managed to get an easy extra-credit assignment in her History class to just go to the museum and write a 1 page essay on an exhibit. She had convinced her math teacher to let her re-take her midterm. Now, she just had to pass this Chemistry test and figure out a way to bring her grade up in this class.
She sat down next to Emily in their last class of the day and smiled at her. They both wished each other good luck before Mr. Laufeyson started speaking. He commanded the students’ full attention, idle chatter instantly ceasing. He was not an imposing man in stature, even though he was over six foot tall. His raven hair was in stark contrast with his pale skin, but that was not what captivated his audience. It was his eyes, his sharp, soul-piercing eyes. The fact that they were covered by black-rimmed lenses did not diminish their perpetual intensity. He always seemed to know what you were thinking before you even thought it yourself, and his ever-present hint of an omniscient smile was proof enough to the students that he had eyes in the back of his head. They both feared and revered him, depending on his mood. Sometimes he was amenable, playful even, but other times he was severe. They could never be quite sure which mood he would be in, so they all tread lightly in his presence.
“Good afternoon, class,” he began in his rich, authoritative voice. “You will be allowed 40 minutes to take the test. Do not even think about using your graphing calculators for cheating.” He paused and met the eyes of several known cheaters, but other students as well as if he knew they were planning on cheating too. His intense expression made the students feel almost as though he could read their thoughts and they shifted uncomfortably in their chairs, looking to each other for assurance.
Mr. Laufeyson broke his stare and smirked to himself before continuing in a lighter, but still teasingly menacing tone, “I’ve become wise to your little tricks and will be walking down the aisles to check. If I catch you cheating, I will grade your test immediately.” The class perked up in hopes that they would be able to get partial credit since the majority of the student body put their cheat sheet of formulas into their calculator. “By the way,” he added slyly, “a ripped up exam in the rubbish bin equates to a zero.”
Many dismayed sighs were heard throughout the room, and Hanna added to the chorus. It seemed as though he was in a severe mood today. Now what was she going to do?! She had not had time to absorb the information, so she put it all onto her calculator, hoping that she could make the most of it during the exam. She was pretty good at doing things off the cuff and in the spur of the moment, why should a test be any different? Now, her plans were shot and she didn’t know what she was going to do. She would not risk getting caught though. The embarrassment would be too much to bear, but she really did want to get a decent grade in this class and that meant that she had to be as honest and endearing as possible. She huffed and rolled her eyes. She and Emily tried to give each other reassuring looks, but they both had resigned themselves to their doom.
The tests were passed down the aisles and Hanna did the best she could. She could not help looking at her cheat-sheet on the calculator, but she stopped looking at it as soon as Mr. Laufeyson started walking down the aisle next to hers. She hurriedly tried to look again once he moved on to the farthest aisle, but their eyes caught when she looked up and he gave her a suspicious look. ‘Oh shit!’ she thought to herself and gave up on the idea of cheating before he became the wiser. That didn’t stop him from slowly making his way over to hover at her desk, giving her accusatory and unyielding stares above his black-rimmed glasses. Her heart beat faster and she felt her whole body become unbearably hot under his scrutiny. It took all of her self-control not to start fanning her face with her test. She gulped, unsure of how she could continue to cope, until finally he left her alone and moved on to another student to intimidate. She sighed audibly and tried to put the scrambled pieces of her brain back together to finish the test. At long last, he called time. She hoped she got at least 60% of the test right so it wouldn’t be such a miserable failure, but she couldn’t be sure.
Hanna looked over at Emily once she passed her test up to the front, wondering how well she had done, and secretly hoping that her friend had failed just as much as she had. “Well that was a bitch,” Emily huffed and slumped in her desk. Hanna’s eyes widened. Emily wasn’t one for cursing being so shy and understated. This was truly shocking and Hanna laughed out loud before she could stop herself.
“Ahem!” She heard from the front of the room, and Hanna shrunk in her seat at Mr. Laufeyson’s eyes boring into hers from the front of the room. ‘Shit, definitely an F in this class,’ Hanna despondently thought to herself.
As the other students filed out of the classroom, Hanna decided to pull herself up by her own bootstraps. She just had to make this work. She could not fail any of her classes and let her mother down.
“I’ll catch up with you later!” She called out to Emily as the other girl got up. Emily gave her a strange look, but Hanna explained, “I’m going to ask for extra credit.” Hanna gave her a sheepish look and Emily gave her a knowing smile before exiting the room.
Hanna sat there at her desk, steeling herself. She was going to use everything she could think of to get the best outcome. She prepared herself to be ready for anything before she walked up to the front of the classroom and leaned up against her teacher’s desk, hoping to showcase her best assets.
“Uh… Mr. Laufeyson?” She asked. He did not acknowledge her by speaking back, but merely looked up at her above his glasses.
“I’m pretty sure that I bombed that test. It was a real doozey,” she explained and laughed at herself feigning a blush to look as innocent as possible. Damsel in distress was becoming one of her best characters to get herself out of a jam. “Is there anything I can do to make that up,” and she added under her breath, “and possibly the rest of the class too?”
He regarded her from his desk. He knew Hanna, the student who cared more for her looks than her grades. He had to admit that her attention to her appearance had paid off because she’d gone from a dowdy Freshman to a stunning young woman. He had noticed Hanna walking down the hallways, her hips switching and her jeans hugging her perfectly round ass. He had long since wondered how her supple curves would feel in the firm grip of his hands. Regardless, he was curious why she was taking a sudden interest in her marks. Maybe she finally realized that she needed decent grades if she had any college dreams. It was a little too little too late, but he decided to hear her out nevertheless. Maybe she could make this worth his while. He knew all about her friend’s affair with the English teacher. It was humorous to him how others thought their secrets were so well protected when they were all too obvious to him. Perhaps Hanna would follow in her friend’s footsteps of indiscretion.
“Don’t sell yourself short, Miss Marin. You may have done better than you anticipated,” he responded, knowing full well that she could not have performed. “After all, you had some assistance, didn’t you?” He stared at her implying that she had been cheating. He knew that she had notes entered into her graphing calculator, but at least she had the sense enough not to let him catch her red-handed. He guessed that he could give her a little credit for that.
His piercing blue eyes bore into her anxious azures until she was the first one to blink and look away. Why did he fluster her so much? If she could face the likes of Wilden, why was a mere teacher shaking her to the core?
Mr. Laufeyson grinned to himself at her intimidated submission and took her test out from the pile he had just collected. “Well, let’s see for ourselves just how you’ve done. Take a seat, Miss Marin.”
Hanna gulped before sitting down. She hated that he was going to do this right in front of her! She hoped that this wouldn’t be too embarrassing. Five minutes after she sat down, he started to make disgruntled noises, and she could have sworn that he even laughed! She turned bright pink, but she sat there and endured it like a soldier even though every bone in her body told her to run.
He looked up from her graded test and smirked at her. “Well, Miss Marin, it looks like you do have quite a lot of making up to do, indeed.” He held up her test that was full of red marks. She didn’t even register the 50% until he gave the exam a slight jiggle between his fingertips. She gasped, but quickly recovered. She was a Marin woman. She could get herself out of this mess. She knew that there was no way that she could outsmart Mr. Laufeyson, but maybe she could appeal to him in another way. Hell, hadn’t her mother done that to get her out of that whole shoplifting mess? She decided to take a page out of Ashley Marin’s book and put on a brave, yet seductive face.
“Oh my goodness,” she sighed with a frown. She gave him a helpless expression hoping to appeal to him. “Please, Mr. Laufeyson, what can I do to make this right?” She implored, trying to look as vulnerable and innocent as possible, all the while uncrossing her legs. She knew that grown men loved nothing more than an innocent whore, and she hoped that she could tap into whatever sick fantasy he had to get her way.
He stared at her for a moment before answering with a raised eyebrow, “what, pray, would you do?”
His British accent did not fail to entice her. She did not know if she was acting or her inner most desires spoke sincerity when she answered, “anything. Anything you think is necessary, sir.”
He loved hearing her call him sir. The youth of today had no respect for authority, and this was refreshing. It also thrilled him how she looked at him like he was the key to her entire universe. This was a powerful feeling that he had not felt for a long while, and he was not keen to let it go just yet.
“Hmm,” he considered as he got up from his desk and went over to the classroom door and locked it, closing the blinds as well. “Anything?” He asked as he came over to her desk and set her failed exam down.
“Yes,” she exhaled in reply. She took in the sight of him towering above her, and he certainly was a vision to behold, his jet black hair contrasting with pale skin and light blue eyes that were encased in black-rimmed glasses, his grey slacks hugged in all the right places, and his button up white shirt rolled up past his elbows showcased his surprisingly athletic frame. She had always considered him to be extremely handsome, but a little bit too severe for her tastes to fantasize about. She decided she would have to get right on that after this moment.
He smirked at her and peered down at her through his glasses. He tilted her desk up to expose her legs to him for a better view. Her exam and other belongings fell to the floor with a clang as his eyes took their fill on her body. The hem of her sweet little pink skirt just barely met her white stockings. His eyes feasted on her thick thighs and he had to stifle a groan. He had always loved his women to be voluptuous. He enjoyed the fullness and the softness up against his body. His mind was swept up with thoughts of how her softness would feel, but he snapped himself out of his reverie, reminding himself to keep it together before she had fully consented.
Hanna looked at him, her breath becoming shorter. She felt that the way he was looking at her as if she was prey should have scared her due to her past experiences. Maybe she was becoming immune to danger, or maybe she wanted to get some danger in her life more on her own terms. Whatever the reason, she found his hunger to be thrilling. She felt her legs opening further, of their own accord.
Mr. Laufeyson took this as a cue. He leaned in and ran the backs of his fingers gently down her cheek. He inhaled her sweet perfume and ever so softly moaned to himself as his hand continued its way down, past her racing pulse on her neck, down the valley of her breasts, to rest on her thigh where her stocking met her bare skin. He loved the contrast of his pale hand on her tanned skin.
“May I feel,” said he in a low whisper. It was more of a formality to put her at ease than a question. His hand moved without waiting for the nod of her agreement. He played with the hemline of her skirt, running his fingertips over the smooth skin underneath, toying with her, teasing her. He looked up into her eyes as he slid a finger underneath of the elastic of her stocking. Hanna took a sharp inhale of breath and bit her lip, meeting his gaze. He shuddered internally and felt his cock stiffen. He was definitely going to take his time and enjoy this.
“You play as though you’re innocent… but you’re a bad little girl, aren’t you, Miss Marin?” He asked her with a devilish grin as he inched her skirt up, his eyes focused on his actions again.
Hanna loved the anticipation and missed his eyes on her, so she answered in a way that she thought would catch his attention. Emboldening herself, she responded, “I guess you’ll just have to find out,” in a sultry voice. This did make him look up at her, and he smirked at her with acknowledgement, almost as if she were his equal. He was of course her superior, but she would be a worthy opponent in this little game.
“Hmm, indeed I will,” he answered with a wink. He pushed her skirt up and over her waist, revealing her white sheer panties. His mouth watered at the sight. He was able to see all of her beauty through the thin material. He placed his palm over her mound with his fingers resting on her abdomen. He pressed into her in a circular movement with the heel of his palm. Hanna gasped softly and he grinned at his first small victory. “Miss Marin, are you sure this is what you want?”
“Oh, yes sir,” Hanna agreed whole-heartedly. Hanna felt her whole body heat up at his touch. If this was any indication of his skills, then she might be able to get a little something out of this just for herself. It had been weeks since she was touched like this and her body was craving more.
“I do need your consent,” he continued, needing further confirmation. “It would be quite unseemly for the both of us to be caught in this situation.” He stopped his movements so that she would know he was serious.
She looked up at him and nodded. “Believe me, I know all about that. I won’t tell a soul,” she swore. Something about the look in her eyes made him believe her.
“Very well, then,” he conceded with a glint brightening his eyes. He rotated his hand around so that his fingers were facing downwards and pressed into her folds through the thin material of her panties. Hanna sighed as he slowly and thoroughly massaged her lips. She felt her arousal spread throughout her body, her skin buzzed with electricity and her nipples tingled, desiring attention. She did not think that she could ask anything of him since she could tell that he liked to take the lead, and she also wasn’t sure just how far she wanted things to go on their first endeavor. She could not deny though that her body ached for him to touch her in her most sensitive spot, and she figured that this would not be too much to ask for. She tried to move her body to get his fingers to move upward to her sensitive bud of nerve endings, but he dodged her every move.
“Patience,” he hushed her. He grinned at her eagerness. He was too busy enjoying how her panties slowly got wetter and wetter until they were totally transparent. Her sweet aroma was filling the room, which was building his own arousal. He had fantasized about having his way with a student in his classroom, and she was not going to rush this for him. Also, he knew that she would enjoy it much more this way in the end.
Hanna had never had anyone touch her in this manner before. Usually guys just shoved their fingers right in, or went vigorously straight for the clit. This slow burn was something she had never experienced before. The pleasure was roaring through her body like a flame that threatened to consume her. Of course she enjoyed it, but the feeling of unraveling was a little disconcerting for her since she had always understood her own body. She had a feeling that Mr. Laufeyson was going to teach her things about herself that even she was unaware that she did not know.
Hanna had been stifling her moans, but she could no longer contain her little cries, and they echoed throughout the classroom. That was when Mr. Laufeyson seized the moment and slid her panties to the side to directly massage her clit. He stepped closer to her and the chair creaked as he placed his hand on the back of it to prop himself up. He circled her clit faster and faster, unable to restrain his own panting. He looked down at the way she was bucking her hips, her juices coating his fingers, her pink center begging for him to take her, and knew that he had to bring her to her release soon before he completely lost his composure. He looked up into her eyes, willing her to meet his.
Hanna had been closing her eyes and biting her lip in an effort to keep quiet, but she chanced a look up and that was her undoing. She was met with her Chemistry teacher’s face so close to hers, sweat droplets on his brow and upper lip, his eyes boring into hers. He panted slightly and his breath wafted over her face giving her a chill, and bringing over a scent that could only be described as masculinity, his personal pheromones interwoven with his cologne. It was his words that sent her on sensory overload though. He stared straight into her soul, she felt, and uttered the command, “c-come.” He did not stutter out of hesitation, but from the utter weight and finality of his order. Hanna’s face contorted in a whimper that quickly turned into a scream. The next thing she knew, her lips were covered in a bruising kiss that effectively quieted her earth-shattering orgasm.
Hanna had finally recovered and was about to start kissing back when Mr. Laufeyson pulled away. He smirked at her, quite pleased with himself. He hadn’t planned on kissing her, but having her scream in public just wouldn’t do. Upon hearing a fragment, he now yearned to hear that scream uninhibited. He stood up straight and cracked his back before pressing his fingers gently to Hanna’s lips. Hanna gave him a smirk of her own and licked over his hand before sucking his fingers greedily into her mouth, giving him a hint of the pleasure she could bestow upon him. Her boldness did surprise him and it turned him on even more. He cleared his throat in an effort to contain himself and she let him go with a pop. She stared up at him innocently before her eyes were distracted. It was then that she noticed the very large bulge in his pants.
She almost giggled to herself at her luck, but she stopped herself at the last moment. Hanna had been with guys before, she wasn’t even a virgin, but this was entirely new. She never would have imagined that she could feel this much pleasure, euphoria even, just from someone’s hand. It was someone’s very skilled hand, the hand of a man, Hanna thought to herself. That was the difference. She had only been with boys before, but now after being with a man, she had no idea how she could ever go back. No wonder Aria put up with so much shit just to be with Ezra.
“Is there anything that I can, um…” she looked down indicating his erection, “take care of for you, sir?” She smiled up at him sweetly.
“Another time,” he responded gently, but also in a tone that showed this was not up for discussion. He enjoyed her look of disappointment because it let him know that she wanted him as more than just a means to an end. He wanted her as well, and he knew that if he stretched this out, he would be able to get more and more of her. Nevertheless, it did take incredible self-control not to grab her face and make her take all of him.
“That,” he waved his hand around, indicated what had just taken place between them, “has only allowed you to keep your D. That abysmal exam you just took would have lowered you down to an F. No, Miss Marin, you’ve got a lot more catching up to do. You’ve got your work cut out for you.”
Hanna tried not to let her heart sink that she hadn’t been able to earn herself at least a C, but she could not help but be excited about future encounters to come. She smoothed down her skirt, covering up her more intimate parts and started to gather her things. “I’m up for the challenge,” she answered confidently as she met him at his desk.
“Of course you are,” he answered with a knowing smile that did not fail to cut through her sexy resolve and make her blush. “Hand over your exam, and write your name and date on this one. I’ll handle the rest.”
“Thank you,” she replied with all sincerity. She was truly grateful that he was holding up his end of the bargain. “So… when will…”
“I’ll let you know,” he interrupted answering her question of when they would meet again. The hope in her eyes made him give her one of his rare sweet smiles to assure her that there would in fact be a next time.
She wrote her name on the blank test and handled it over to him. She smiled as if to say, ‘okay, that’s that,’ and she made her way to the door. She unlocked it, but could not stop herself from looking back over her shoulder at him before she left. She hoped that did not make her seem weak with a juvenile crush, but she just needed to be able to look at him like this one last time before she would have to pretend like none of this ever happened. He seemed to be having the same thought because he was looking right back at her. He winked at her, and this threatened to buckle her knees, so with a blush she made her exit. She really did not know how she was going to bring the rest of her grades up now because she knew that all she would be able to concentrate on was when they would meet again.
Author: joshtin4lyfe
Fandoms: Thor, Avengers, Tom Hiddleston RPF, Pretty Little Liars
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Het, FemSlash, RPF
Pairings: Loki/Hanna, Emily/Paige, Spencer/Toby, Aria/Ezra, Emily/Spencer
Characters:
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. It's probably safer for them that way.
Word Count: ~4,900 words
Warning: Kinky Sex, Dom/Sub, Student/Teacher, May/December Relationship
Summary: With all of the stresses of her life threatening to bury her, Hanna Marin makes a deal with her Chemistry teacher, Mr. Laufeyson, so that she will not fail out of school. She plays a dangerous game, betting her wits against his to come out on top, but in the end, would she lose it all?
“His piercing blue eyes bore into her anxious azures until she was the first one to blink and look away. Why did he fluster her so much? If she could face the likes of Wilden, why was a mere teacher shaking her to the core?”
A/N: I've been wanting to do a 50 Shades style story with Hanna for a while now. Loki was the perfect muse! This story takes place after last season, and things are changed after that. We don't have Allison alive in this story.
PLEASE let me know what you think in the comments and any suggestions or things you would like to see with the characters. Read & Review gives us writers life. Thanks!
I want to thank Kit, Liz, and Jen for being the truly amazing betas that they are. I couldn't have done all of this without you! <3
Chapter 1
The alarm blared, announcing that is was 6 o’clock in the morning. Hanna groaned as she sat up in her bed. The sun was barely creeping in past her sheer white curtains to illuminate her pale blue room. It should have been a peaceful scene, the calm of dawn, but the rising of a new day gave her anything but solace.
She thwacked her alarm off, but that only alleviated a minuscule amount of her tension. She sighed despondently and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the heel of her palm. She could not believe that this was her life. Her boyfriend had left her to go chase a dream, her new step-sister was pretty much the devil incarnate, and her mother was facing prison. To top it all off, she was on the verge of failing her classes. The stress of everything going on had been too much for her to deal with, and school seemed entirely pointless in the grand scheme of things.
Yet, she knew that her mother would feel guilty when she got out of jail to find out that Hanna had not been doing well in school. When things got hard, Hanna always looked to her mother, for she was a pillar of unwavering strength. Even now, her mother downplayed her charges in an attempt to keep Hanna's spirits up. Hence, in her absence, Hanna wanted to prove that her mother did not have to worry about her and she would not crumble. She was not a fragile child that needed to be shielded. She could handle things like a responsible adult, even though she was only 17.
Ever since her parents’ divorce, she and her mother had a sort of silent understanding. They were two women who could take care of themselves with no need of protection or rescue from a man. They would always make it out on top, they would find a way. Hanna sought to find that way now. She hadn’t done so well on her mid-terms and she was setting out to bring her grades up by any means necessary before it was too late.
Hanna got up and out of bed and went over to the mirror. She smiled softly at her reflection, the once blinding light coming back to her blue eyes in a dull shimmer. Her blonde, wavy hair was growing out and this was one small thing she could feel optimistic about. Her face had never totally slimmed down from her dramatic weight loss, and her shorter hair had made that a little too obvious for her liking. Now that her hair was just past her shoulders she thought she looked more cute than baby fat.
After a quick shower, she did her makeup and picked out an outfit that she thought showed that she was a serious student. She also wanted to look a little bit sexy because attractiveness never hurt to get your way. She checked herself out in her hound’s-tooth kitten heels, thigh high white sheer stockings, pastel pink flared short skirt, white button up blouse with gold studded embellishments on the collar and a black and white lace blazer. She put on some pastel pink rose earrings to finish her look and headed out the door. She skipped breakfast as she had been doing lately. Controlling what she ate made her feel some semblance of power in the utter powerlessness of her out of control life.
Hanna arrived at school and was greeted by her three best friends. She really did not know where she would be without their support. Sure, they all had their flaws, but they were true friends, bringing her dinner and being a shoulder to cry on during this difficult time. They had picked her up and put her back together when she had fallen into a million pieces, and for that she would be forever grateful.
“Hey, Han!” Spencer called, smiling at her. She wore skinny red chords and a white blouse that was covered by a three quarter sleeved black blazer tied together with a thin yellow belt. Spencer's attire spoke to her demeanor, put together beyond her years, but lacking the rigid cynicism that age could sometimes bring. She flailed her hand excitedly, jostling her chocolate waves.
“How’s it goin’?” she asked, trying to sound light-hearted, but Hanna knew she was truly concerned and would analyze her answer, from her words, to her inflection and tone, even how loud her voice was. Spencer was FBI-agent thorough and Hanna knew she had to be on her A-game to avoid an interrogation, no matter how sweetly disguised.
“I’m good… today,” Hanna acknowledged, adding in some truth as not to raise suspicions. Her friends bought it and all gave her sympathetic smiles. She knew that it was out of love, but it border-lined on pity and that made her a little sick. She changed the subject, “So…Em… how was last night?” Hanna wiggled her eyebrows for added effect.
The heat of Emily’s embarrassment caused her to blush, despite her caramel complexion. Her date with her girlfriend Paige had gone exceptionally well. They had been fighting lately with the idea of college turning more and more into a reality. With her swimming injury, Emily did not know if she would be able to go to any good college, let alone Stanford. She was accepting little by little that she would have to go to community college. Paige had been unwilling to accept anything other than Emily coming to Stanford with her, and had even set her up with an appointment with a renowned swim coach. Paige hadn’t noticed how much all of this bothered Emily until Emily ignored her for two weeks. Paige finally got the message loud and clear, and had done her very best to make up for it with a private night of a home cooked meal and gentle touches by the candle-light. Emily might be an athlete and ready to kick ass at a moment’s notice to protect herself and those that she loved, but at the end of the day she was a sentimental girly girl. Paige knew this of course, and now their relationship was back on track, for the time being.
“It was… nice,” Emily answered with a shy smile, toying with the fringes of her grey shirt as she looked down. She wore a cut out shirt with a black tank top underneath, black leggings and black vans. Even though she had a slightly rock and roll style, she was always covered up, showing her understated modesty despite the fact that she was one of the most beautiful girls in Rosewood.
Hanna giggled. She was about to ask for details when Spencer interrupted, “charming. So are you guys ready for the big test today in Chem?” Spencer had already of course taken AP Chemistry and aced it, but Emily and Hanna were just taking regular Chemistry this year. Aria had done her best to avoid science all together and had used whatever weight her mother working at the school pulled to do so.
Hanna gave Spencer a funny look. Why did she have to be so serious all the time? She wanted the deets! She was about to voice her opinion when Emily answered, happy for the diversion, “as ready as I’ll ever be. Mr. Laufeyson is a real stickler. I think he puts trick questions on the tests just to trip us up.”
Hanna rolled her eyes, more about the shift in conversation, but she played it off like it was about their treacherous teacher. “Yeah, it’s like he gets his rocks off on making teenagers suffer. He must have been a real nerd in high school, and now he’s making us all pay.” All of the girls snorted at that and the bell rang, signaling the beginning of classes. The girls all waved goodbye and started their school day.
Hanna had to pat herself on the back. She’d had a pretty successful day. She managed to get an easy extra-credit assignment in her History class to just go to the museum and write a 1 page essay on an exhibit. She had convinced her math teacher to let her re-take her midterm. Now, she just had to pass this Chemistry test and figure out a way to bring her grade up in this class.
She sat down next to Emily in their last class of the day and smiled at her. They both wished each other good luck before Mr. Laufeyson started speaking. He commanded the students’ full attention, idle chatter instantly ceasing. He was not an imposing man in stature, even though he was over six foot tall. His raven hair was in stark contrast with his pale skin, but that was not what captivated his audience. It was his eyes, his sharp, soul-piercing eyes. The fact that they were covered by black-rimmed lenses did not diminish their perpetual intensity. He always seemed to know what you were thinking before you even thought it yourself, and his ever-present hint of an omniscient smile was proof enough to the students that he had eyes in the back of his head. They both feared and revered him, depending on his mood. Sometimes he was amenable, playful even, but other times he was severe. They could never be quite sure which mood he would be in, so they all tread lightly in his presence.
“Good afternoon, class,” he began in his rich, authoritative voice. “You will be allowed 40 minutes to take the test. Do not even think about using your graphing calculators for cheating.” He paused and met the eyes of several known cheaters, but other students as well as if he knew they were planning on cheating too. His intense expression made the students feel almost as though he could read their thoughts and they shifted uncomfortably in their chairs, looking to each other for assurance.
Mr. Laufeyson broke his stare and smirked to himself before continuing in a lighter, but still teasingly menacing tone, “I’ve become wise to your little tricks and will be walking down the aisles to check. If I catch you cheating, I will grade your test immediately.” The class perked up in hopes that they would be able to get partial credit since the majority of the student body put their cheat sheet of formulas into their calculator. “By the way,” he added slyly, “a ripped up exam in the rubbish bin equates to a zero.”
Many dismayed sighs were heard throughout the room, and Hanna added to the chorus. It seemed as though he was in a severe mood today. Now what was she going to do?! She had not had time to absorb the information, so she put it all onto her calculator, hoping that she could make the most of it during the exam. She was pretty good at doing things off the cuff and in the spur of the moment, why should a test be any different? Now, her plans were shot and she didn’t know what she was going to do. She would not risk getting caught though. The embarrassment would be too much to bear, but she really did want to get a decent grade in this class and that meant that she had to be as honest and endearing as possible. She huffed and rolled her eyes. She and Emily tried to give each other reassuring looks, but they both had resigned themselves to their doom.
The tests were passed down the aisles and Hanna did the best she could. She could not help looking at her cheat-sheet on the calculator, but she stopped looking at it as soon as Mr. Laufeyson started walking down the aisle next to hers. She hurriedly tried to look again once he moved on to the farthest aisle, but their eyes caught when she looked up and he gave her a suspicious look. ‘Oh shit!’ she thought to herself and gave up on the idea of cheating before he became the wiser. That didn’t stop him from slowly making his way over to hover at her desk, giving her accusatory and unyielding stares above his black-rimmed glasses. Her heart beat faster and she felt her whole body become unbearably hot under his scrutiny. It took all of her self-control not to start fanning her face with her test. She gulped, unsure of how she could continue to cope, until finally he left her alone and moved on to another student to intimidate. She sighed audibly and tried to put the scrambled pieces of her brain back together to finish the test. At long last, he called time. She hoped she got at least 60% of the test right so it wouldn’t be such a miserable failure, but she couldn’t be sure.
Hanna looked over at Emily once she passed her test up to the front, wondering how well she had done, and secretly hoping that her friend had failed just as much as she had. “Well that was a bitch,” Emily huffed and slumped in her desk. Hanna’s eyes widened. Emily wasn’t one for cursing being so shy and understated. This was truly shocking and Hanna laughed out loud before she could stop herself.
“Ahem!” She heard from the front of the room, and Hanna shrunk in her seat at Mr. Laufeyson’s eyes boring into hers from the front of the room. ‘Shit, definitely an F in this class,’ Hanna despondently thought to herself.
As the other students filed out of the classroom, Hanna decided to pull herself up by her own bootstraps. She just had to make this work. She could not fail any of her classes and let her mother down.
“I’ll catch up with you later!” She called out to Emily as the other girl got up. Emily gave her a strange look, but Hanna explained, “I’m going to ask for extra credit.” Hanna gave her a sheepish look and Emily gave her a knowing smile before exiting the room.
Hanna sat there at her desk, steeling herself. She was going to use everything she could think of to get the best outcome. She prepared herself to be ready for anything before she walked up to the front of the classroom and leaned up against her teacher’s desk, hoping to showcase her best assets.
“Uh… Mr. Laufeyson?” She asked. He did not acknowledge her by speaking back, but merely looked up at her above his glasses.
“I’m pretty sure that I bombed that test. It was a real doozey,” she explained and laughed at herself feigning a blush to look as innocent as possible. Damsel in distress was becoming one of her best characters to get herself out of a jam. “Is there anything I can do to make that up,” and she added under her breath, “and possibly the rest of the class too?”
He regarded her from his desk. He knew Hanna, the student who cared more for her looks than her grades. He had to admit that her attention to her appearance had paid off because she’d gone from a dowdy Freshman to a stunning young woman. He had noticed Hanna walking down the hallways, her hips switching and her jeans hugging her perfectly round ass. He had long since wondered how her supple curves would feel in the firm grip of his hands. Regardless, he was curious why she was taking a sudden interest in her marks. Maybe she finally realized that she needed decent grades if she had any college dreams. It was a little too little too late, but he decided to hear her out nevertheless. Maybe she could make this worth his while. He knew all about her friend’s affair with the English teacher. It was humorous to him how others thought their secrets were so well protected when they were all too obvious to him. Perhaps Hanna would follow in her friend’s footsteps of indiscretion.
“Don’t sell yourself short, Miss Marin. You may have done better than you anticipated,” he responded, knowing full well that she could not have performed. “After all, you had some assistance, didn’t you?” He stared at her implying that she had been cheating. He knew that she had notes entered into her graphing calculator, but at least she had the sense enough not to let him catch her red-handed. He guessed that he could give her a little credit for that.
His piercing blue eyes bore into her anxious azures until she was the first one to blink and look away. Why did he fluster her so much? If she could face the likes of Wilden, why was a mere teacher shaking her to the core?
Mr. Laufeyson grinned to himself at her intimidated submission and took her test out from the pile he had just collected. “Well, let’s see for ourselves just how you’ve done. Take a seat, Miss Marin.”
Hanna gulped before sitting down. She hated that he was going to do this right in front of her! She hoped that this wouldn’t be too embarrassing. Five minutes after she sat down, he started to make disgruntled noises, and she could have sworn that he even laughed! She turned bright pink, but she sat there and endured it like a soldier even though every bone in her body told her to run.
He looked up from her graded test and smirked at her. “Well, Miss Marin, it looks like you do have quite a lot of making up to do, indeed.” He held up her test that was full of red marks. She didn’t even register the 50% until he gave the exam a slight jiggle between his fingertips. She gasped, but quickly recovered. She was a Marin woman. She could get herself out of this mess. She knew that there was no way that she could outsmart Mr. Laufeyson, but maybe she could appeal to him in another way. Hell, hadn’t her mother done that to get her out of that whole shoplifting mess? She decided to take a page out of Ashley Marin’s book and put on a brave, yet seductive face.
“Oh my goodness,” she sighed with a frown. She gave him a helpless expression hoping to appeal to him. “Please, Mr. Laufeyson, what can I do to make this right?” She implored, trying to look as vulnerable and innocent as possible, all the while uncrossing her legs. She knew that grown men loved nothing more than an innocent whore, and she hoped that she could tap into whatever sick fantasy he had to get her way.
He stared at her for a moment before answering with a raised eyebrow, “what, pray, would you do?”
His British accent did not fail to entice her. She did not know if she was acting or her inner most desires spoke sincerity when she answered, “anything. Anything you think is necessary, sir.”
He loved hearing her call him sir. The youth of today had no respect for authority, and this was refreshing. It also thrilled him how she looked at him like he was the key to her entire universe. This was a powerful feeling that he had not felt for a long while, and he was not keen to let it go just yet.
“Hmm,” he considered as he got up from his desk and went over to the classroom door and locked it, closing the blinds as well. “Anything?” He asked as he came over to her desk and set her failed exam down.
“Yes,” she exhaled in reply. She took in the sight of him towering above her, and he certainly was a vision to behold, his jet black hair contrasting with pale skin and light blue eyes that were encased in black-rimmed glasses, his grey slacks hugged in all the right places, and his button up white shirt rolled up past his elbows showcased his surprisingly athletic frame. She had always considered him to be extremely handsome, but a little bit too severe for her tastes to fantasize about. She decided she would have to get right on that after this moment.
He smirked at her and peered down at her through his glasses. He tilted her desk up to expose her legs to him for a better view. Her exam and other belongings fell to the floor with a clang as his eyes took their fill on her body. The hem of her sweet little pink skirt just barely met her white stockings. His eyes feasted on her thick thighs and he had to stifle a groan. He had always loved his women to be voluptuous. He enjoyed the fullness and the softness up against his body. His mind was swept up with thoughts of how her softness would feel, but he snapped himself out of his reverie, reminding himself to keep it together before she had fully consented.
Hanna looked at him, her breath becoming shorter. She felt that the way he was looking at her as if she was prey should have scared her due to her past experiences. Maybe she was becoming immune to danger, or maybe she wanted to get some danger in her life more on her own terms. Whatever the reason, she found his hunger to be thrilling. She felt her legs opening further, of their own accord.
Mr. Laufeyson took this as a cue. He leaned in and ran the backs of his fingers gently down her cheek. He inhaled her sweet perfume and ever so softly moaned to himself as his hand continued its way down, past her racing pulse on her neck, down the valley of her breasts, to rest on her thigh where her stocking met her bare skin. He loved the contrast of his pale hand on her tanned skin.
“May I feel,” said he in a low whisper. It was more of a formality to put her at ease than a question. His hand moved without waiting for the nod of her agreement. He played with the hemline of her skirt, running his fingertips over the smooth skin underneath, toying with her, teasing her. He looked up into her eyes as he slid a finger underneath of the elastic of her stocking. Hanna took a sharp inhale of breath and bit her lip, meeting his gaze. He shuddered internally and felt his cock stiffen. He was definitely going to take his time and enjoy this.
“You play as though you’re innocent… but you’re a bad little girl, aren’t you, Miss Marin?” He asked her with a devilish grin as he inched her skirt up, his eyes focused on his actions again.
Hanna loved the anticipation and missed his eyes on her, so she answered in a way that she thought would catch his attention. Emboldening herself, she responded, “I guess you’ll just have to find out,” in a sultry voice. This did make him look up at her, and he smirked at her with acknowledgement, almost as if she were his equal. He was of course her superior, but she would be a worthy opponent in this little game.
“Hmm, indeed I will,” he answered with a wink. He pushed her skirt up and over her waist, revealing her white sheer panties. His mouth watered at the sight. He was able to see all of her beauty through the thin material. He placed his palm over her mound with his fingers resting on her abdomen. He pressed into her in a circular movement with the heel of his palm. Hanna gasped softly and he grinned at his first small victory. “Miss Marin, are you sure this is what you want?”
“Oh, yes sir,” Hanna agreed whole-heartedly. Hanna felt her whole body heat up at his touch. If this was any indication of his skills, then she might be able to get a little something out of this just for herself. It had been weeks since she was touched like this and her body was craving more.
“I do need your consent,” he continued, needing further confirmation. “It would be quite unseemly for the both of us to be caught in this situation.” He stopped his movements so that she would know he was serious.
She looked up at him and nodded. “Believe me, I know all about that. I won’t tell a soul,” she swore. Something about the look in her eyes made him believe her.
“Very well, then,” he conceded with a glint brightening his eyes. He rotated his hand around so that his fingers were facing downwards and pressed into her folds through the thin material of her panties. Hanna sighed as he slowly and thoroughly massaged her lips. She felt her arousal spread throughout her body, her skin buzzed with electricity and her nipples tingled, desiring attention. She did not think that she could ask anything of him since she could tell that he liked to take the lead, and she also wasn’t sure just how far she wanted things to go on their first endeavor. She could not deny though that her body ached for him to touch her in her most sensitive spot, and she figured that this would not be too much to ask for. She tried to move her body to get his fingers to move upward to her sensitive bud of nerve endings, but he dodged her every move.
“Patience,” he hushed her. He grinned at her eagerness. He was too busy enjoying how her panties slowly got wetter and wetter until they were totally transparent. Her sweet aroma was filling the room, which was building his own arousal. He had fantasized about having his way with a student in his classroom, and she was not going to rush this for him. Also, he knew that she would enjoy it much more this way in the end.
Hanna had never had anyone touch her in this manner before. Usually guys just shoved their fingers right in, or went vigorously straight for the clit. This slow burn was something she had never experienced before. The pleasure was roaring through her body like a flame that threatened to consume her. Of course she enjoyed it, but the feeling of unraveling was a little disconcerting for her since she had always understood her own body. She had a feeling that Mr. Laufeyson was going to teach her things about herself that even she was unaware that she did not know.
Hanna had been stifling her moans, but she could no longer contain her little cries, and they echoed throughout the classroom. That was when Mr. Laufeyson seized the moment and slid her panties to the side to directly massage her clit. He stepped closer to her and the chair creaked as he placed his hand on the back of it to prop himself up. He circled her clit faster and faster, unable to restrain his own panting. He looked down at the way she was bucking her hips, her juices coating his fingers, her pink center begging for him to take her, and knew that he had to bring her to her release soon before he completely lost his composure. He looked up into her eyes, willing her to meet his.
Hanna had been closing her eyes and biting her lip in an effort to keep quiet, but she chanced a look up and that was her undoing. She was met with her Chemistry teacher’s face so close to hers, sweat droplets on his brow and upper lip, his eyes boring into hers. He panted slightly and his breath wafted over her face giving her a chill, and bringing over a scent that could only be described as masculinity, his personal pheromones interwoven with his cologne. It was his words that sent her on sensory overload though. He stared straight into her soul, she felt, and uttered the command, “c-come.” He did not stutter out of hesitation, but from the utter weight and finality of his order. Hanna’s face contorted in a whimper that quickly turned into a scream. The next thing she knew, her lips were covered in a bruising kiss that effectively quieted her earth-shattering orgasm.
Hanna had finally recovered and was about to start kissing back when Mr. Laufeyson pulled away. He smirked at her, quite pleased with himself. He hadn’t planned on kissing her, but having her scream in public just wouldn’t do. Upon hearing a fragment, he now yearned to hear that scream uninhibited. He stood up straight and cracked his back before pressing his fingers gently to Hanna’s lips. Hanna gave him a smirk of her own and licked over his hand before sucking his fingers greedily into her mouth, giving him a hint of the pleasure she could bestow upon him. Her boldness did surprise him and it turned him on even more. He cleared his throat in an effort to contain himself and she let him go with a pop. She stared up at him innocently before her eyes were distracted. It was then that she noticed the very large bulge in his pants.
She almost giggled to herself at her luck, but she stopped herself at the last moment. Hanna had been with guys before, she wasn’t even a virgin, but this was entirely new. She never would have imagined that she could feel this much pleasure, euphoria even, just from someone’s hand. It was someone’s very skilled hand, the hand of a man, Hanna thought to herself. That was the difference. She had only been with boys before, but now after being with a man, she had no idea how she could ever go back. No wonder Aria put up with so much shit just to be with Ezra.
“Is there anything that I can, um…” she looked down indicating his erection, “take care of for you, sir?” She smiled up at him sweetly.
“Another time,” he responded gently, but also in a tone that showed this was not up for discussion. He enjoyed her look of disappointment because it let him know that she wanted him as more than just a means to an end. He wanted her as well, and he knew that if he stretched this out, he would be able to get more and more of her. Nevertheless, it did take incredible self-control not to grab her face and make her take all of him.
“That,” he waved his hand around, indicated what had just taken place between them, “has only allowed you to keep your D. That abysmal exam you just took would have lowered you down to an F. No, Miss Marin, you’ve got a lot more catching up to do. You’ve got your work cut out for you.”
Hanna tried not to let her heart sink that she hadn’t been able to earn herself at least a C, but she could not help but be excited about future encounters to come. She smoothed down her skirt, covering up her more intimate parts and started to gather her things. “I’m up for the challenge,” she answered confidently as she met him at his desk.
“Of course you are,” he answered with a knowing smile that did not fail to cut through her sexy resolve and make her blush. “Hand over your exam, and write your name and date on this one. I’ll handle the rest.”
“Thank you,” she replied with all sincerity. She was truly grateful that he was holding up his end of the bargain. “So… when will…”
“I’ll let you know,” he interrupted answering her question of when they would meet again. The hope in her eyes made him give her one of his rare sweet smiles to assure her that there would in fact be a next time.
She wrote her name on the blank test and handled it over to him. She smiled as if to say, ‘okay, that’s that,’ and she made her way to the door. She unlocked it, but could not stop herself from looking back over her shoulder at him before she left. She hoped that did not make her seem weak with a juvenile crush, but she just needed to be able to look at him like this one last time before she would have to pretend like none of this ever happened. He seemed to be having the same thought because he was looking right back at her. He winked at her, and this threatened to buckle her knees, so with a blush she made her exit. She really did not know how she was going to bring the rest of her grades up now because she knew that all she would be able to concentrate on was when they would meet again.